I won't talk here of this misfortune. The affection between Sensei and his wife, which was in some sense inseparable from the misfortune that underpinned it, was indeed as just described. Neither talked much of their courtship. Sensei's wife for modesty's sake, and Sensei himself for deeper reasons.
There was, however, one incident that comes to mind. It was the season of blossoms, and Sensei and I were in Ueno. We saw a handsome couple, strolling closely arm in arm. The place being what it was, there were many sightseers, some of whom took more interest in this couple than the blossoms.
"A newly married couple," Sensei remarked.
"They seem quite taken with each other," I replied.
Sensei did not so much as feign a grin. He changed direction, removing the couple from our view. Then he asked me, "Have you ever been in love?"
I told him no.
"Do you ever wish you were?"
I didn't answer.
"I imagine you sometimes think of it."
"Your remark toward that couple was rather dismissive. I also sensed in it, though, the discontent of a man who yearns for love but hasn't found it."
"Is that how it came across?"
"Yes. Any man knowing love would have spoken with greater warmth. However ..., listen to me, love is iniquity. Mark my words."
This caught me off guard. I said nothing in response.